Patrick Cassidy grinned as he checked himself out in the reflection off the glass. If any of the patrons inside the electronics store noticed the twenty four year olds Adonis-like behavior, he certainty didnt notice or care. Following a quick flash of his pearly whites, an adjustment of his button down shirt, and a rustling of his hair, Cassidy resumed walking down the street.
The moon was high and bright, although mostly blocked from Cassidys view by the giant globe held up by the Atlas statue in the distance. Somewhere under that giant statues naughty parts was his date for the evening. He grinned to himself as he imagined the delicious little thing. She went NUTS over the fact that he was a super hero. Sure, heroes werent exactly hard to come by in this city, but heroes with Sixty Watts own personal good looks and charm were few and far between. Over his shoulder was a backpack, with the slightest hint of his black and blue costume hanging out of it. She loved the costume.
As Cassidy made his way down the baron nighttime street, he was lost in his own thoughts about how the evening would go. First some dinner, followed by a brief trip to Pocket D and some drinks. The non-super chicks loved to be brought to Pocket D, made them feel special. After that, back to his place, where he hopefully his real super power was could be on display
HELP! My purse!
The shrill cry snapped Cassidy out of his fantasy. His head snapped back over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed.
Maybe I imagined that? he said aloud to no one, and continued walking down the street. He crossed his fingers as he walked, muttering to himself, Please please please please
Let go of my purse! came another high pitched squeal.
Awwww, dammit all! Cassidy cursed to himself. He sighed and reached into his backpack, pulling out a shirt with the familiar shield/lightning logo on it. He turned into the nearest alley between two small stores and began to change. One thing was fore sure, this jackass was going to pay for making him late.
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WHY in a city full of super heroes would you bother stealing a purse!?! Is the twenty bucks REALLY worth it??
The alleged purse-thief in question didnt have much of a response. He stopped struggling with the older woman, and turned to look at the new figure that had joined the two in the small, dark alley. Cassidy had ditched the collared shirt and khakis for a dark black body suit with lighting on the chest. Patrick Cassidy might be late for a date, but Sixty Watt was ready to kick some [censored].
Now, lets do this like usual, okay? Sixty Watt said, using the same tone one would to speak to a small child. You run at me with a crowbar or bat or something idiotic like that, and I turn you into a charred mess of nothing.
Sixtys arm began to ripple with electric current to emphasize the point.
The thief didnt seem particularly intimidated, however, and charged directly at the hero, his fists held high. Sixty dodged the first punch attempt, and came back with one of his own. Sixty Watts fist, charged with electric energy, landing squarely in the mans jaw. He fell back, and he began to convulse wildly. His eye suddenly popped out of his socket, revealing a tangled mess of wires. Steam began to rise from his skull and his head dropped down, while a curious powering down noise came out of his body.
Sixty Watt raised an eyebrow and stared with amazement. A a robot?
He turned to the old lady, still holding her purse. Im not sure why but it looks like you were being robbed by a robot. Its really AH!
He never got finish the sentence, as the old lady whacked him with her purse and promptly send him flying ten feet backwards into a stone wall. He hit the wall with a thud, and fell to the concrete below with a sickening splat. Sixty roughly picked himself up from the ground, holding his ribs in pain. He looked up at the old lady in question, who began running at him with hate blazing in her eyes. Sixty Watt wasted no time, he held both his arm out in front of him, and with a mighty clap of thunder, shot an extremely powerful bolt of electricity at the lady, lighting up the small alley for a moment in a bright flash. The current hit the woman, causing her to violently explode into little metal bits. Sixty Watt stared dumbfounded as debris rained down around him.
Okay what the HELL is going on here?
Confused, my little do-gooder? came a response from down the alley. The voice was high pitched, like someone with a nasal problem. Sixty Watt turned to face the voice, and before him stood a cliché villain right out of a 1920s black and white talkie. He was tall and lanky, wearing a gray top hat and sporting a gray tuxedo. On his face he sported a twirly mustache and small goatee. He cackled evilly as he rubbed his hands together. You should be!
Sixty Watt stared at the man for a good twenty seconds, as the villain did nothing but rub his hands together, as if he was plotting. Finally, Sixty raised both his hands in the air and sighed. I I dont care. I really dont. Ive got an extremely hot girl waiting for me, and Im late enough as it is. No time for exploding old ladies or whatever you are. Have a good day, nutjob. He turned around and began to walk away.
Not so fast, my eloquent electrical enemy! the villain called out. I have something here that just might interest you! The villain reached into his tux and pulled out a small remote control-looking device. He pointed it toward Sixty Watt, and out of the small machine came a holographic projection. It showed Sixty Watts date for the night. She was bound by chains to one of the many tramlines that ran through Paragon City. She was kicking and trying to scream, although she was gagged. Tears ran down her face.
Sixty Watt once again stared at the image blankly. He seemed to have difficulty speaking. You you you really tied her to train tracks? He asked stupidly. I mean really?
Indeed I did, my super sparking silly servant! And now, unless you wish her to perish, you will do the bidding of me BARON VON EVIL! As he emphasized his name, he clenched one of his fists and held to the sky. He began to cackle evilly.
Sixty Watt looked around the alley, left and right. Okay, okay where are the cameras? Who put you up to this, chief? It was Celeste, wasnt it? Ha ha, weve all had our fun. Ive been punkd or whatever. Good job everyone.
Oh no no no! Baron Von Evil said, shaking a single finger back and forth. This is no game, my little lightning-shooting lad! Your delicious dame of a date will soon meet her bitter end, unless you submit completely to my will! I cannot be stopped! I am a certified criminal mastermind! I will never be
Baron Von Evil carried, ranting and raving. What he didnt realize as he was lost in his own bragging, was he never turned off the holographic device. As Sixty Watts blond would-be date kicked and cursed on the tramline, a hero in a green and white costume slowly flew up to her side. He gently untied her and picked her up into his arms. She was so relived and thankful she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He grinned as he held him tight and they flew off together, out of the range of the camera.
Sixty watched all this transpire, unbeknownst to the raving madman in front of him. His left eye twitched as the Baron raved on, getting animated with hand gestures. Sixty Watts fist clenched tightly. He spoke through gritted teeth.
You ruined my date.
The baron paused, mid-rant. Excuse me, vermin?
Sixty Watt closed both his eyes and again spoke through a clenched jaw. You ruined my DATE.
Above the two figures, clouds began to churn. There was a brief flash of lighting and a loud boom of thunder. Baron Von Evil looked to the sky, and for the first time some fear penetrated his idiotic bravado.
Now now my hasty heroic hombre let us not do anything rash he began, but was soon drowned out a crack of thunder and the echoing sound of thunder.
People in Atlas Park that night report that for an instant, the whole section of Paragon lit up as bright as day. From the heavens came a godly bolt of lightning, which struck the alley in a blaze. When the dust had settled, there only stood Sixty Watt, his fists still clenched and still looking incredibly pissed off. Around him, the alley was charred. In front of him, nothing but the boots of Baron Von Evil, also charred black as night.
Sixty Watt twisted his neck to the side, causing it to snap loudly. He turned and walked out of the alley without another word.
Three weeks later, Patrick Cassidy sat on his recliner in front of his television. On the screen was a news report.
He saved my life, and Ive been completely devoted to him ever since, a blond woman was telling the news anchor. Next to the blond woman stood a very handsome hero, dressed in green and white. That is why Im happy to announce our engagement! I know its sudden, but
Cassidys TV exploded with a bright flash. He lowered his arm and leaned back in his chair, popping open a nearby beer and taking a deep swig.
Damn, Im sexy.
Patrick Cassidy grinned as he checked himself out in the reflection off the glass. If any of the patrons inside the electronics store noticed the twenty four year olds Adonis-like behavior, he certainty didnt notice or care. Following a quick flash of his pearly whites, an adjustment of his button down shirt, and a rustling of his hair, Cassidy resumed walking down the street.
The moon was high and bright, although mostly blocked from Cassidys view by the giant globe held up by the Atlas statue in the distance. Somewhere under that giant statues naughty parts was his date for the evening. He grinned to himself as he imagined the delicious little thing. She went NUTS over the fact that he was a super hero. Sure, heroes werent exactly hard to come by in this city, but heroes with Sixty Watts own personal good looks and charm were few and far between. Over his shoulder was a backpack, with the slightest hint of his black and blue costume hanging out of it. She loved the costume.
As Cassidy made his way down the baron nighttime street, he was lost in his own thoughts about how the evening would go. First some dinner, followed by a brief trip to Pocket D and some drinks. The non-super chicks loved to be brought to Pocket D, made them feel special. After that, back to his place, where he hopefully his real super power was could be on display
HELP! My purse!
The shrill cry snapped Cassidy out of his fantasy. His head snapped back over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed.
Maybe I imagined that? he said aloud to no one, and continued walking down the street. He crossed his fingers as he walked, muttering to himself, Please please please please
Let go of my purse! came another high pitched squeal.
Awwww, dammit all! Cassidy cursed to himself. He sighed and reached into his backpack, pulling out a shirt with the familiar shield/lightning logo on it. He turned into the nearest alley between two small stores and began to change. One thing was fore sure, this jackass was going to pay for making him late.
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WHY in a city full of super heroes would you bother stealing a purse!?! Is the twenty bucks REALLY worth it??
The alleged purse-thief in question didnt have much of a response. He stopped struggling with the older woman, and turned to look at the new figure that had joined the two in the small, dark alley. Cassidy had ditched the collared shirt and khakis for a dark black body suit with lighting on the chest. Patrick Cassidy might be late for a date, but Sixty Watt was ready to kick some [censored].
Now, lets do this like usual, okay? Sixty Watt said, using the same tone one would to speak to a small child. You run at me with a crowbar or bat or something idiotic like that, and I turn you into a charred mess of nothing.
Sixtys arm began to ripple with electric current to emphasize the point.
The thief didnt seem particularly intimidated, however, and charged directly at the hero, his fists held high. Sixty dodged the first punch attempt, and came back with one of his own. Sixty Watts fist, charged with electric energy, landing squarely in the mans jaw. He fell back, and he began to convulse wildly. His eye suddenly popped out of his socket, revealing a tangled mess of wires. Steam began to rise from his skull and his head dropped down, while a curious powering down noise came out of his body.
Sixty Watt raised an eyebrow and stared with amazement. A a robot?
He turned to the old lady, still holding her purse. Im not sure why but it looks like you were being robbed by a robot. Its really AH!
He never got finish the sentence, as the old lady whacked him with her purse and promptly send him flying ten feet backwards into a stone wall. He hit the wall with a thud, and fell to the concrete below with a sickening splat. Sixty roughly picked himself up from the ground, holding his ribs in pain. He looked up at the old lady in question, who began running at him with hate blazing in her eyes. Sixty Watt wasted no time, he held both his arm out in front of him, and with a mighty clap of thunder, shot an extremely powerful bolt of electricity at the lady, lighting up the small alley for a moment in a bright flash. The current hit the woman, causing her to violently explode into little metal bits. Sixty Watt stared dumbfounded as debris rained down around him.
Okay what the HELL is going on here?
Confused, my little do-gooder? came a response from down the alley. The voice was high pitched, like someone with a nasal problem. Sixty Watt turned to face the voice, and before him stood a cliché villain right out of a 1920s black and white talkie. He was tall and lanky, wearing a gray top hat and sporting a gray tuxedo. On his face he sported a twirly mustache and small goatee. He cackled evilly as he rubbed his hands together. You should be!
Sixty Watt stared at the man for a good twenty seconds, as the villain did nothing but rub his hands together, as if he was plotting. Finally, Sixty raised both his hands in the air and sighed. I I dont care. I really dont. Ive got an extremely hot girl waiting for me, and Im late enough as it is. No time for exploding old ladies or whatever you are. Have a good day, nutjob. He turned around and began to walk away.
Not so fast, my eloquent electrical enemy! the villain called out. I have something here that just might interest you! The villain reached into his tux and pulled out a small remote control-looking device. He pointed it toward Sixty Watt, and out of the small machine came a holographic projection. It showed Sixty Watts date for the night. She was bound by chains to one of the many tramlines that ran through Paragon City. She was kicking and trying to scream, although she was gagged. Tears ran down her face.
Sixty Watt once again stared at the image blankly. He seemed to have difficulty speaking. You you you really tied her to train tracks? He asked stupidly. I mean really?
Indeed I did, my super sparking silly servant! And now, unless you wish her to perish, you will do the bidding of me BARON VON EVIL! As he emphasized his name, he clenched one of his fists and held to the sky. He began to cackle evilly.
Sixty Watt looked around the alley, left and right. Okay, okay where are the cameras? Who put you up to this, chief? It was Celeste, wasnt it? Ha ha, weve all had our fun. Ive been punkd or whatever. Good job everyone.
Oh no no no! Baron Von Evil said, shaking a single finger back and forth. This is no game, my little lightning-shooting lad! Your delicious dame of a date will soon meet her bitter end, unless you submit completely to my will! I cannot be stopped! I am a certified criminal mastermind! I will never be
Baron Von Evil carried, ranting and raving. What he didnt realize as he was lost in his own bragging, was he never turned off the holographic device. As Sixty Watts blond would-be date kicked and cursed on the tramline, a hero in a green and white costume slowly flew up to her side. He gently untied her and picked her up into his arms. She was so relived and thankful she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He grinned as he held him tight and they flew off together, out of the range of the camera.
Sixty watched all this transpire, unbeknownst to the raving madman in front of him. His left eye twitched as the Baron raved on, getting animated with hand gestures. Sixty Watts fist clenched tightly. He spoke through gritted teeth.
You ruined my date.
The baron paused, mid-rant. Excuse me, vermin?
Sixty Watt closed both his eyes and again spoke through a clenched jaw. You ruined my DATE.
Above the two figures, clouds began to churn. There was a brief flash of lighting and a loud boom of thunder. Baron Von Evil looked to the sky, and for the first time some fear penetrated his idiotic bravado.
Now now my hasty heroic hombre let us not do anything rash he began, but was soon drowned out a crack of thunder and the echoing sound of thunder.
People in Atlas Park that night report that for an instant, the whole section of Paragon lit up as bright as day. From the heavens came a godly bolt of lightning, which struck the alley in a blaze. When the dust had settled, there only stood Sixty Watt, his fists still clenched and still looking incredibly pissed off. Around him, the alley was charred. In front of him, nothing but the boots of Baron Von Evil, also charred black as night.
Sixty Watt twisted his neck to the side, causing it to snap loudly. He turned and walked out of the alley without another word.
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Three weeks later, Patrick Cassidy sat on his recliner in front of his television. On the screen was a news report.
He saved my life, and Ive been completely devoted to him ever since, a blond woman was telling the news anchor. Next to the blond woman stood a very handsome hero, dressed in green and white. That is why Im happy to announce our engagement! I know its sudden, but
Cassidys TV exploded with a bright flash. He lowered his arm and leaned back in his chair, popping open a nearby beer and taking a deep swig.
Sometimes I hate this city .
The end.